First, I envy you. Second, you might want to stop by Vancouver artist Ben Tour’s show.
It’s at the Joshua Liner Gallery July 11th until August 8th. Via Stylefinds.
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Well, wedding, technically. That’s where I wore this the night after flying home from Istanbul.
Has a bit of a 1950’s housewife feel to it.
Like I should tie on an apron and serve fresh-baked cookies.
The print is bold enough to make my power ring seem understated.
I bought in the Grand Bazaar in Istanbul. It’s supposed to say something that offers me protection.
All I know is it’s a lot of fun to wear while typing. And baking.
The Turks we met were incredibly hospitable — they’d leave their shop unattended to walk us down the block and point us in the right direction.
The kids were no different. They spent an entire afternoon showing us the best places to dive off the rocks in the Antalya harbour.
“Deep, deep,” they said. So we leapt off the rocks too. When we resurfaced, they gave us the thumbs-up.
They’d even smoke in the middle of the harbour, taking care to keep their cigarettes dry. Neither one of us had ever seen anything like it.
Their English vocabulary was far more impressive than our Turkish lexicon (which, I have to be honest, doesn’t consist of much more than “Indirim” which means something along the lines of “Sale” or “Discount”).
Man, did these kids make us laugh.
“My name is Barack,” said one jokester, rolling his R’s. “Barack Obama!” And they all burst out laughing.
You’d never know it to look at me (I’m as pale now as when I left), but when I was in Turkey I spent ten days on the Mediterranean.
A few of those were spent in Side where we’d walk through the ruins on the way to the beach, on the way to dinner, on the way to go shopping, on the way to wherever.
I bought my flowy pants at a small shop in a nearby town — they tie up twice (quite complicated), but they’re quite pretty with subtle embroidery at the waist and hem. I never really wear white (except, of course, for my wedding dress) but I love white pants. Would love a pair in linen too.
I loved Turkey. But I especially loved busy, beautiful Istanbul — the hospitable people, the live music and dancing everywhere, the calls to prayer echoing throughout the city, and the shopping (we spent four afternoons at the Grand Bazaar). Vancouver, by comparison, seems so quiet.
This week I’ll share some of my favourite moments (and purchases) but right now I’d like to hand out an award I received from Haute World (thank you! thank you! thank you!) to some of my favourite bloggers.
la flore et la faune
ten thousand things
La Couturier
Dream Sequins
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Carla Loves Photography
Of Esther Lee
You guys are stars — I love what you have going on. Now, I believe the rule is to accept the award from me, give it to the blogs you love and then let them know they’ve received it. Thanks again Haute Shopper!
Funny what you find when you loot your own inspiration folder. In my case, lots of red patterns, muted greens and graphic black and white.
And I’ve also found some of the inspiration behind much of what I’ve done with my place.
Like black walls, which made me realize a chalkboard wall doesn’t automatically imply playroom.
And this shot, which I believe was from Vogue. It was the inspiration behind my living room table.
A guest post by ten thousand things, the New York-based blog full of gorgeous imagery, stylish things and playlists that I absolutely love.
This summer playlist is for the bike ride to the beach, evening cocktails on the dock, the early morning walk to the beach with your surfboard, a barbecue in the backyard, and everything in between.
Dog Days Are Over – Florence + the Machine
Song for No One – Miike Snow
Made of Stone – The Stone Roses
Zumbi – Jorge Ben
Honky Tonk Women – The Rolling Stones
Kiss With a Fist – Florence + the Machine
Plastic Jungle – Miike Snow
Diamond – Conversion Party
Easy Love – MSTRKRFT
Little Secrets – Passion Pit
If I Ever Feel Better – Phoenix
Two Weeks – Grizzly Bear
Tonight I Have to Leave It (the Russian Futurists remix) – The Shout Out Louds
Thank you ten thousand things! As soon as I get back from Turkey (which will be all too soon), I will download the songs I don´t already have.
Image from SquareAmerica.com.
Have no idea. But I know I love it. Enough to keep tear sheet after tear sheet of it in my inspiration folder.
Also love clothes from the late forties, early fifties. So glamourous. Though that could also be because of the red lips.
And oh my word, this dress. Can you imagine stumbling across something like it in a vintage shop? Would also be beautiful in that gorgeous green.
While I’m off in Turkey I thought I’d dig deep into the Anthology’s archives to find some of my favourite mantastic posts. Menswear, it turns out, is everywhere.
Sometimes I am inspired by it and sometimes I actually wear (old) menswear — like the army jacket I found at an antique fair.
Sometimes the Anthology features you guys wearing it like Ryan and his bolero tie and Len with his Romanelli hat.
And sometimes you guys guest post it. Like my sister-in-law Jaclyn who scouted To-orist‘s line and Patrick from Room 907 who put together an outfit from head to toe.
Thanks again gang! Want to bring more menswear to the Anthology? Send me a note at theanthology@live.com and we’ll get your guest post in the works.
This guest post is from my brother Bryce, the student, drummer and sometimes model.
It was about two months ago that I first encountered a three-piece rock group from Israel called Monotonix. I went to go see them at the Biltmore in Vancouver, but to our dismay the concert was already sold out when we arrived. After a few sneaky moves we found our way inside the show (I regret nothing). As we entered the venue, the front of the stage was packed so we decided to hang back; we figured that we could at least see a bit of them.
Shortly thereafter, our world was turned upside down.
Three incredibly hairy men entered the stage, the lead singer wearing a leopard one-sie, and the drummer and guitarist wearing short shorts.
The importance of this will be discussed later.
As soon as they started to play, the drummer moved his drum set off of the stage and into the crowd. The guitarist moved to the other side of the venue, and the lead singer crowd surfed while singing their first song.
From that point on their show was never on the stage, I have never seen a band so active and spontaneous that their whole set never stayed in one place, let alone in one part of the venue.
At one point the drummer got the crowd to hold up his drum set as he played the drums while being crowd surfed. At the same time the singer was crowd surfing and the guitarist was being held up. They were literally playing on an ocean of people. They moved with such energy and passion, they hypnotized the crowd. Everyone in the audience was involved in the show whether they liked it or not.
I later realized why the three of them didn’t wear much clothing, not only were they hairy, they were also incredibly sweaty. Which I unfortunately had the opportunity to taste when the lead singer’s arm went into my mouth.
If you ever want to see rock and roll in its purist form, I suggest seeing the Monotonix. They use no fancy lighting, no expensive instruments, no ego, nothing but their raw energy and love for music.
Following this up, we also saw the Monotonix at Sasquatch Festival which happens every year at the Gorge, in George, Washington, one of the best venues in North America. Not only is Sasquatch affordable, it is three days of more than 30 bands in the most serene setting ever. At the show my friend Tori Ball was able to capture these wonderful shots.
Thanks Brycie, I was wondering what you’d come back from Sasquatch with. Take a look at the brilliance I discovered at one of his own shows here.
Want to write a guest post? (Hooray!) Send me a note at theanthology@live.com.